sunshine mommy

I don’t know about you other mommies out there but I’ll tell you what, evenings in our house are by far the craziest and most eventful of the day. 

It’s almost as if the moment my hubby walks in the door, the chaos begins. (Poor hubby! I’m sure he longs for a little peace and quiet after work, but that just doesn’t happen around here on most nights.) The little guys are waking up right around this time, so we play the hubby and wife tag team game. He grabs Mr. Toddler, who is cranky, hungry and usually crying. I get Mr. Buddy who is, guess what! cranky, hungry and usually crying. Thankfully, food is usually our best ally in these situations. I have to give it up for cheese sticks, juice boxes, granola bars and those cute sesame street boxes of goodies cause it’s about the ONLY thing that will make Mr. Toddler happy.  

If I’ve had a good day and utilized nap time efficiently, sometimes (on rare occasions) I’ll have dinner going or even ready. Unfortunately, what most often happens is that I do not have dinner started nor the meat thawed to get dinner going. Try as I might and as much as I love cooking, making dinner is always the thing I dread the most. Maybe because it involves too much thinking, (WHAT, thinking?!?) and scrounging around for ingredients, and trying to be creative night after night. 

So I embark upon the dinner making expedition. And I most always have an audience. Mr. Toddler will watch from his position on the other side of the gate, (yep, no babes in the kitchen! This helps me keep a little sanity during those chaotic evenings. I can’t even imagine the damage Mr. Toddler would do if he had free range of pots and pans and Tupperware!) As I’m pulling out all the makings for the meal, Mr. Toddler starts his very aggravating routine. He screams and cries that he wants to eat the spaghetti sauce, the pasta noodles, the garlic bread, the ranch dressing.  

“No buddy, you will not like this raw garlic clove, trust me!” 

And 

“Mommy is making dinner, Caden. You will be eating very soon. Be PATIENT!” (Ha ha, good one Mom!) 

I just fed this little bugger yogurt, pretzels and an apple. But he wants dinner NOW!! 

And then there’s Molly dog, miss nosey, who has to get her two cents in as well. She stands next to Mr. Toddler, just staring at me with her tail wagging and tongue hanging out, begging for her dinner, too.  

“You eat with the rest of us, dog, so you learn some patience, too!!” 

But gosh how this annoys me.  

And what adds to all of this unruliness is that darn TV. Hubby sits on the couch (feeding the baby a bottle, thankfully) and watches TV. After my quiet, TV-free day, you can’t even imagine how I hate this. When I watch TV, I keep the volume on 8 or 9. Hubs, on the other hand and who I swear is half deaf, must crank it up to 17 or 18. And then I am yelling over Mr. Toddler, TURN IT DOWN.  

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! 

When dinner hits the table we all sit there (this is the required family meal time I have set in place) and instead of talking, we just eat. And watch Mr. Toddler slather spaghetti all over himself and the floor. Why won’t this child use his fork?!?! I look at my hubby and he looks at me and without saying a word we send these telepathic messages. 

“I’m so freaking tired. Is it bedtime yet? You clean Cade up. No you. I’ll clean Cade if you load the dishwasher.” 

We fall onto the couch after dinner, read some books, the stupid TV stays on (I have lost this battle time and again. Hubs will not give up reruns of Seinfeld, no way, no how.) Mr. Toddler gets some Noggin time in, and if I’m lucky, I can get back to reading my Twilight books. Yes, I’m one of those silly girls who drool over the love story between Edward and Bella. If you know the books, you’ll understand. But go ahead and tease me either way, this is how I escape most evenings.  

Oh lifey life and mommy days. Gosh how I love my kids and husband, but sometimes these days lead into nights and back into days. And don’t ask me why, but after a week of these typical days and nights, all I want to do, more than anything else, is GO SHOPPING AND SPEND SOME MONEY.  

Thank goodness for Christmas and or grocery shopping as an excuse, because I sneak out of the house some evenings and leave my hubby to deal with this overly exciting and most fun evening routine. He he he.

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